There was an island in the West Indies called Theresoneborneveryminute. Since the name was so long the people were simply called Suc kers. Their ruler thought the Suc kers would accept him as Father of the Nation as he was a man of self-confessed great intelligence and tricks. In fact, he was so tricky he was called Pa-trick.
The prime income of the island was from the sale of large brown hairy eggs called Gollywhopper eggs. These were sold to the Suc kers along with promises of great returns if the Suc kers kept sitting on these eggs. Since they had to sit on the eggs day and night for months before the eggs hatched, this kept them too busy to ask questions.
So the Suc kers sat on the eggs and got sore asses, feeling as if they had spent a night with a famous foreign singer called John Tonel who laid not on eggs but on men. And Pa-trick built a legacy of tall buildings and stadiums and aluminium smelters that the Suc kers were too sore to use, since they had to make oil from the Gollywhopper eggs to rub their sore asses.
The prime income of the island was from the sale of large brown hairy eggs called Gollywhopper eggs. These were sold to the Suc kers along with promises of great returns if the Suc kers kept sitting on these eggs. Since they had to sit on the eggs day and night for months before the eggs hatched, this kept them too busy to ask questions.
So the Suc kers sat on the eggs and got sore asses, feeling as if they had spent a night with a famous foreign singer called John Tonel who laid not on eggs but on men. And Pa-trick built a legacy of tall buildings and stadiums and aluminium smelters that the Suc kers were too sore to use, since they had to make oil from the Gollywhopper eggs to rub their sore asses.
